Twitter

I don't twitter. It's just another one of those time sucks I fall victim to, and I haven't decided whether I need another reason to be glued to my computer. But, if I did, today I would probably post something like this:

When I decide to break my diet with fried zucchini, by God there had better be ranch dressing in my bag once I get home. Because, really? Friend zucchini without the ranch dressing tastes like feet.